I'm king of the park
The bench is my throne
Royally sitting
To nothing I'm prone

Offing the heads
Of them all in my mind
Thinking of Fish-
She's one of a kind

Battling with knights
Drinking red wine
Holding great feasts
And making things mine

Afternoon polo
And evening horse rides
Night executions
And morning time tides

Suddenly waking
The phone in my hand
A bench in the park
And a pile of sand

I'm not king of the park
I'm just an old chap
Still thinking of Fish
And of taking a nap